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Dartmouth Literary Monthly. 

Vol. III. FEBRUARY, 1889. No. 5. 




H. P. BLAIR, Business Manager. 


I happened to be talking, last summer, with a gentleman whose 
pursuits are those of a rich manufacturer in the metropolis, and 
who shares my own keen interest in the welfare of the library of 
my native town. " A town library," I happened to say, "does 
as much good as a church." " More ! " was his emphatic reply. 
There would be little utility, doubtless, in continuing such a dis- 
cussion of " nicely calculated less or more," between two of the 
noblest beneficences humanity has ever created or received ; but it 
is certain that the true book-lover, when he enters a public library, 
large or small, feels a sense that can be described by no other 
adjective than religious. The head is instinctively bared, the 
voice is hushed, and the whole manner becomes that of the poet 
who sang, in his days of health, — 

" My days among the Dead are passed : , 

Around me I behold, 
Where'er these casual eyes are cast, 

The mighty minds of old ; 
My never-failing friends are they, 
With whom I converse day by day," — 

and who, in old age and failing mind, went softly among the favor- 
ite books on his own shelves, patting their backs, though he could 


not read them. The Harvard library, notwithstanding the fact 
that it once suggested to James Russell Lowell a strong similarity 
to a North River steamboat, is a modest copy of King's College 
Chapel, Cambridge. Its donor, — 

"Albeit laboring for a scanty band 
Of white-robed scholars only," — 

like the royal saint whom Wordsworth refused to tax with vain 
expense, worked for religion only less than the founder of Apple- 
ton Chapel. Those who have toiled within Gore Hall have not 
found that much learning makes mad, but rather makes an op- 
timistic Emerson, a gently helpful Longfellow, and a broadly 
American Lowell. Once, within those walls, I got as a boy my 
only glimpse of a lesser poet, now long dead ; and I would call 
myself lucky if some student here would chiefly remember me as 
a prowler in our own library building, unsurpassed in its kind. 

A library, of course, does not need to be Gothic, or huge, or 
dimly lit, or damp, in order to impress. Wisdom is the prin- 
cipal thing, and the books are the sanctifiers ; the shape and size 
of their abode and its immediate surroundings may vary. " The 
unworthiness of the minister hinders not the effect of the sacra- 
ments ; " nor do books, any more than the nuns of whom Words- 
worth wrote, fret at their convent's narrow room. Wherever 
books are gathered, there the book-lover will be, — in the four plain 
walls of some low, mean apartment ; in the rambling alcoves 
hedging two sides of the Bowdoin Chapel ; in the stately Bates 
Hall of the soon-to-be-demolished public library of Boston ; in the 
costly new book-homes built by rich friends of such towns as North 
Easton, Quincy, and Chelsea ; in the reserved and cold Redwood 
library of Newport, seeming to stand aloof from the vulgar plu- 
tocracy that vainly strives to penetrate the true life of the old town ; 
in the Astor library of New York, hive of busy hacks trying to 
extract a ten-dollar bill by the process so daintily described by 
Irving in a " Sketch-Book" paper; over the way at the Mercan- 
tile in the same metropolis, where brown paper covers suggest use 
rather than aesthetics ; up at the reverend Lenox, where " non-com- 


municating attendance " used to be the function of the visitor to a 
noble collection of book rarities ; in the Grecian temple given to 
Philadelphia by a dead hand ; in the curious circular and domed 
library of the University of Virginia, where the marble form of 
Jefferson looks approvingly upon the completed work of his own 
creation; among the "heaps upon heaps" of books composing 
the Congressional Library in its present quarters ; or within the 
ancient walls of William and Mary, planned by Sir Christopher 
Wren, thrice attacked in vain by fire and twice by war. This sen- 
tence, like art, is long ; but the book-lover's time is fleeting, and he 
learns, as he passes from library to library, or from book to book, 
that the riddle of existence is solved only by the perception of self- 
development Godward through an endless eternity. For him the 
saddest thing about death, next to parting with one or two loved 
friends, will be to part with books ; but he can elsewhere meet 
once more the souls of friends, and not less carry with him forever 
the inner life of his best-loved volumes. And shall not Sir Thomas 
Browne and Emerson and Shakespeare await him disembodied 
and free? 

So preacheth or dreameth he to whom libraries are cathedrals, 
and alcoves shrines. But he has haunts of earth as well as of par- 
adise ; of the street as truly as of the sanctuary ; of daily home-life 
not less than of public effort. As for his haunt at home, shall he 
publish to the common gaze his 

"Golden volumes, richest treasures, 
Objects of delicious pleasures," 

or tell to the non-elect 

" What wild desires, what restless torments, seize 
The hapless man who feels the book disease " ? 

Not elsewhere than in the confessional that is somewhere in the 
penetralia of every book cathedral and of every bibliomaniac's 
heart or circle of friends. 

But who shall conceal those haunts of the reader, the buyer, or 
the browser, which lie on the very sidewalk, exposed to the gaze 


of the merest passer-by? The bookstores themselves are the chief 
elements of the vacation trip, dreams for the future and memories 
of the past, even when rifled by the buyer of the one longed-for 
book which gave them distinction in his eyes. A bookstore is the 
pathway to future bliss, whether it be the little shop at home, 
mostly given up to wall-paper or knick-knacks ; the mixed estab- 
lishment of the South, where '' Smith's Bile Beans " administer 
to the fever and ague, and Shakespeare and the Golden Treasury 
to those shaking under the " fever called living;" the aristocratic 
purlieus of that Boston book-mart standing on land collegiate for 
two centuries ; or the Nassau street up-stairs-three-stories-in-the- 
back-room collection of Americana. But there is a G7'adiis ad 
Parnassum; a lure for the fly ; a trap for the fox, — in the shape of 

"A crazy bookcase, placed before 
A low-priced dealer's open door; 
Therein arrayed in broken rows 
A ragged crew of rhyme and prose, 
The homeless vagrants, waifs, and strays, 
Whose low estate this line betrays 
(Set forth the lesser birds to lime) : 
' Your choice among these books, i dime ! ' " 

There the book-hunter spends hours, though he never — "well, 
hardly ever" — picks up a bargain. The only " find " I ever made 
for a dime in such a place was a dainty little Horace, — ''ParzsiiSy 
excudebam Petrus Didot^ natu major ^ in aedibus Palat. Scientia- 
rum et Artium, Anno VIII : " can you tell me when it was pub- 
lished? But 'tis but a step from the ten-cent sidewalk rubbish to 
the twenty-five cent counter within ; and the last state of the loi- 
terer is in the utmost recesses of the den, bearing in his hand a 
superfluous duplicate copy of a loved author, of whom he has four 
editions already, but a manifest bargain at $18.50. 

" No dismal stall escapes his eye ; 

He turns o'er tomes of low degrees ; 
There soiled Romanticists may lie, 

Or Restoration comedies. 
Each tract that flutters in the breeze 

For him is charged with hopes and fears : 
Ih mouldy novels Fancy sees 

Aldines, Bodonis, Elzevirs I " 


But at length, or now and then, — 

" Far through the memory shines a happy day, 
Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense, 
And simply perfect from its own resource," 

when he unblushingly found and bought for thirty-three cents a 
totally uncut copy of Longfellow's '■'Proverbes Dramatiques^^^ or 
picked up for a quarter Volume I (all published) of an American 
edition of Shakespeare unknown in the Barton collection. And 
when the book-lover reads of an auction at which the '^Proverbes " 
fetched twenty-three dollars, he retires to the haunts of his own 
soul and chuckles with a quiet glee, which even the mens (or 
women's, to borrow the joke from " Rejected Addresses") conscia 
recti is powerless to bestow. 

Charles P. Richardson. 


In the September number of the JVezi^ Princeton Review Andrew 
Lang declares his dissatisfaction with the character of modern 
fiction: "The novel of the new religion, the novel of the new 
society that declines to have any religion, the novel of dismal 
commonplace, and the novel of the divorce court." This seems a 
comprehensive enumeration of the latest types of the nineteenth 
century novel. 

Just now that one is most fortunate who may have escaped 
enthusiastic questioning about the two brilliant novels which have 
set the world agog, and were, perhaps, the strongest as well as 
the latest incentives to this complaint and plea of Mr. Lang. 
Agnosticism, or humanitarianism, sugar-coated, and artistically 
shaped for enticement, is melting on the palate of the fiction-read- 
ing world. To ask what we are tasting is the natural question, 
but it would seem to have been answered overmuch. The pulpit 
has thundered forth its warning note ; the theologian in review 
without number has given widest range to his power of doctrinal 
analysis, and wielding the keen blade of scathing criticism as only 


the acute divine can wield it, has laid bare faltering logic, with its 
attendant fallacies of fact and assumption ; while the honest critic 
of letters has been overjoyed at the opportunity of bestowing upon 
literary art a praise seldom merited. 

After a careful reading of "John Ward " and " Robert Elsmere," 
and an equally careful examination of the criticisms of churchmen, 
philosophers, and lilterateurs, it would be an absurdity for one 
still to echo a question long since satisfactorily answered. But, 
strange to say, another question, far more important in its relation 
to the world of fiction because involving the present condition and 
future growth of the novel, seems to have escaped the thought of 
all. Why are we so' interested in these religious novels? The 
answer is not so simple as at first it might seem. Intrinsic merit in 
a novel seldom fails to win its due appreciation, but this fact should 
not blind us to the realization, in this case so important, that the 
success of the reception of the novel depends very largely upon 
the temper of those that receive. " Robert Elsmere," by the 
divine right of power inherent in marvellous strength and beauty, 
would sway the reader against his will ; but its companion novel, 
more logical in doctrine, yet greatly inferior in power of thought 
and less charming in that freshness and sweetness of expression 
which stamp the other a literary classic, would fail of leaving as 
marked an impress as it does, unless heart and intellect were 
eager for, even craving, that which it offers. We welcome the 
religious novel, because we are weary of "the novel of dismal 
commonplace," and the novel of commonplace sinfulness. 

"Read me, and learn to live," exclaims the modern novelist ^ 
" I will picture to you life just as it is." We lent a ready ear. 
We desired an encouragement to master ourselves and our sur- 
roundings. We sought an inspiration. We would read no more 
to forget the sorrowful and the painful. We would learn to live, 
and find entertainment in the learning. Away with anodynes ! 

Since the rise of the realistic school of fiction, our imaginations 
have been steeped in petty passions and petty pains. We read of 
vulgar people and tlieir vulgar lives ; of foolish country youths, 
and giddy, giggling shop-girls. We read of culture, of fashion. 


of money; and the cultured, the fashionable, and the moneyed 
alike, delight to prate of empty nothings. We read of poverty, 
of vice, of crime; and the hideousness of sin and despair is por- 
trayed in its minutest detail. This is life indeed, but it is not all 
of life. To read of such life as Mr. Howells and Mr. James pre7 
sent to us, despite their consummate mastery of the art of expres- 
sion, is a discipline which ends with discipline. We find neither 
invigoration nor rest as the goal of our effort. And it is no differ- 
ent when we turn from the miserable pettiness of these master 
American novelists to the terrible realism of the "tremendous 
Tolstoi " and his fellows. If we are the more sickened, we are 
also the more fascinated. Yet, if we will be honest, what else is 
this fascination than a morbid curiosity bred and nurtured in an 
atmosphere heavy with impurities? 

Mr. Lang voices the sentiment and wish of many in his indig- 
nant protest against the '' constant self-flagellation " imposed upon 
the reader of modern realistic fiction. Yet, I think, Mr. Lang 
himself falls into error in making no distinction between the type 
represented by the religious novel, and the novel which thus far 
has been considered the type of realism. To him it seems that 
one should be as much shunned as the other, for both deal with 
the stern realities of life. Mr. Lang would seek the realm of 
the impossible that he might forget the realm of the real. His 
is an Epicurean doctrine, applied in a novel sense, — Live, and 
read fiction to forget that you do live. 

Granting that Mr. Lang may be right in the main, I am inclined 
to think that few will follow to the extreme to which his radicalism 
tends. Allowance should be made for the sudden revulsion of 
feeling occasioned by a nausea, which is but temporary. Utter 
disgust with the methods and work of certain novelists who pride 
themselves upon "holding the mirror up to nature" may, but it 
should not, lead us to forget that the highest fiction must contain 
a didactic element. Our desire, though cruelly disappointed, 
still whispers. Live and read fiction to learn to live. The strait- 
laced Puritan who thinks all novel-reading a sin, because life is 
so short and so serious, is not after all so far wrong, when we 

i88 A MISSION OF fiction: 

think of his crude conception. To him a novel, or story of any- 
kind, is a web of falsities woven from the brain of a dreaming fool. 
Now, I would not be understood to decry the fanciful and the fan- 
tastic. The immortality of the well loved fairy tales of our child- 
hood, and the beauty and charm of many a dream in words, which 
in our maturer years we read again and again, would effectually 
prove the folly of any such thoughtless attempt. But can we live 
on dreams and anodynes? Wine brings comfort and exhilaration ; 
a morphine pill gives oblivion : and romance such as Mr. Lang 
delights in would serve the same purpose. But most of us prefer 
nourishment, rather than stimulant, or opiate. 

" Robert Elsmere" and "John Ward" are not romances. They 
are as really realistic as "Silas Lapham" and "Anna Karenina," 
but their realism is a realism for which I plead. It is a realism 
which deals of causes first, and then of results, which tells of the 
forces working within us our eternal destinies, but gives promi- 
nence to the foolish, trivial, and wicked things of life only when 
they serve to define character as to its present, past, and future. 
Bear in mind, my plea is not for the religious novel, but for the 
novel that reveals the deepest thoughts and highest aspirations of 
the human soul. Mrs. Deland has been harshly criticised for por- 
traying impossible characters. Certainly the relation between the 
Calvinistic preacher and his shallow wife was unnatural, if not im- 
possible ; but that there are just such natures, in their essential 
cliaracteristics, as John and Helen Ward, I myself cannot doubt. 
Even admitting the story untrue to any modern religious thought 
and life, in contrast with some "rattling romance" like "Mr. 
Barnes of New York," or with a tale of commonpace happenings 
as " A Minister's Charge," it appears a creation of a higher rank of 
fiction, and that, simply because it treats of the deep things of life. 
Mrs. Ward has presented to the world a masterly study of char- 
acter. I cannot feel in sympathy with the religious thought in 
" Robert Elsmere," nor can I see, as some fear, that it will shake 
the belief of many ; but I cannot help seeing and feeling that this 
remarkable realistic portrayal of hope, faith, love, and their oppo- 
site qualities, working in lives similar to our own, in contrast with 


one of Mr. Lang's " literary anodynes," is much like a comparison 
of the marvellous picture of an old master, breathing forth life and 
love, with a soulless, but artistically correct, modern painting. 

That knowledge of character in general is essential to particular 
knowledge of one's self is a truism, but it serves my purpose to 
repeat it in this connection. Contact with the world helps indi- 
vidual soul-growth, because the soul sees what it is by contrast 
with what it might be. In like manner character-knowledge 
and growth may be sought through the medium of fiction. In- 
deed, I have thought that many gain more real knowledge of 
themselves through the characters similar and dissimilar to them- 
selves which they meet in the imaginary world of fiction than 
through those which they meet in actual life. Then, it is evident 
that the realism which paints actions only, making a specialty of 
picturing those words and deeds of mankind which are most in- 
consequential, cannot teach and help. 

We want a realism that pertains more to the type than to the 
individual. This is the realism of George Eliot. Romola, Tito, 
Baldassarre, are as distinctively individual characters as can be 
found in any novel of the ultra-realistic school, and yet the lessons 
of a love that turns to hate, of a selfishness that destroys itself in 
destroying all else, and of a revenge as relentless as the affection 
from which it sprang was sincere, will be ineffaceable, though 
the characters that taught them be forgotten. We finish the sim- 
ple, pathetic story of Maggie and Tom Tulliver, and we are stirred 
to the depths. Why is it? The superficial reader will marvel at 
the art of the author. But it is not the way in which the tale is 
told. We lived in and with these children on the banks of the 
Floss. Their thoughts, hopes, passions, were also our thoughts, 
hopes, passions, and when the flood swept all away forever, we 
too, for the moment, had perished in the flood. 

We have asked the modern novelist for bread, and have been 
given that which satisfieth not. But we will be patient. Our needs 
are not every one's needs. If some wish to forget, a mission of 
fiction is to make them forget. The higher mission is for us. 

G. S. Mills. 



The breezes whirl in dances light 

O'er the moon-lit plain ; 
Sere grasses, bending, mark the flight 

Of the mystic train. 

Deep silence fills the forest shrines. 

But for vespers low 
That rustling oaks and murmuring pines 

Chant with cadence slow. 

Belated traveller, to-night 

On thy homeward way, 
O that these golden moonbeams might 

Cleave thy storm-clouds gray ! 

Alas ! the storms that sweep the soul 

Like a heaving sea ! 
Would that the clouds away may roll, 

Leaving peace to thee ! 

J. H. G. 


The high-handed tyranny of Louis XV was bringing France 
with swift descent to a second place in Europe. Each day a few 
seeds were sown which were to bear bitter fruit. In America the 
French and Indian War was just ended. Stories of weakh in the 
new world were beginning to creep out from the palace and court, 
among the hills and lowly peasants, and many were leaving the 
land of Bertrand de Born. 

Francis Cambronne and Annette Lisle were standing before her 
father's gate busily talking of matters which concerned the lives of 
both. The sun was yet two hours high, and hung massively 
like a huge headlight in the hazy west. Everything was quiet. 
It seemed as though nature had for once got the start of time, and 
having finished her day task was resting till night. The little 
French village, some half a mile eastward, appeared to have gone 
farther away in the murky summer afternoon. The boy's eyes 


sparkled as he told his companion how, at the village inn last 
evening, a party of Spanish travellers and a French soldier, who 
had been in America, told stories of the land away to the west — of 
Mexico and gold, of Virginia and its wealth, of Boston and the 
Indians — until even the charmed French youth fell asleep on his 
rough seat, and dreamed that he and Annette were gathering gold 
in the streets of a great city. *' I wish we might go together," 
and his black eyes had in them all the love that had been growing 
since they were children together, and he had climbed to capture 
a bunch of grapes which grew too high for her short arm. The 
look she gave him said, " I will go ; " then, quickly, " My parents 
will never permit it. You are brave : go, and when you are rich 
in the new world I will come." Much more they said ; then, just 
as the sun drew near the hill-tops Francis said good-bye, and 
turned down the dusty road. A tear dropped upon the old gate- 
post and sparkled in the fading sunlight as she turned and went 

The next day, Francis having said farewell to his people and 
the vine-clad hills he knew so well, was travelling toward Bor- 
deaux. His heart beat quick, and ambitious thoughts made him 
forget to be sad at leaving the dark-eyed girl for whom he was 
planning so much. How easy it is to put together the wishes with 
which w^e would make our lives joyful ; how easy it seems for us 
sometimes to count upon blessings and pleasure which await the 
passing of years ; yet how many of these wishes and how much 
of this pleasure must vanish as the days come and go. The wind 
turns the arrow from its true parabola ; we never reach the height 
of our aim. Francis was doing the easy part now, as he moved 
quickly along the quiet road. To be sure he had shed a few tears 
as his mother blessed his going, but the future was too bright for 
him to be sad long. He was even glad when his ship moved 
gently upon the water and away. He was even impatient over a 
week's delay at Liverpool before the course was to be for Boston. 
The honest French boy knew little of the world. He had always 
been happy at home, where each evening seemed a heavenly 
blessing, and where the beautiful stars and silvery moon had made 


his ancestry, hundreds of years before, sing so sweetly that all the 
world listened. There was no thought that, before the letter he 
sent back to Annette had travelled to the gate by the dusty road, 
his ship might be far beneath the dark water out over which he 
was now looking so wishfully. Yet so it was. Her anchor never 
touched the new world. No news went before to tell why she did 
not come, nor back to tell her fate to the little French hamlet. 

Days became months, and months years, while the happy 
French girl became sad with waiting. As the bird stops its song 
at the first cold wind of fall, and sits listening on its trembling 
branch as if to hear a message, so the patient maiden waited for 
each western breeze to bring news which never came. Waiting — 
say but the word, and how much human suffering is told. Does it 
all find a blessing at the end? If so, the meeting-ground must often 
be where our eyes do not reach — in the misty unseen. 

It is five years since Francis trudged his happy way up to Bor- 
deaux, but we do not find Annette in her old home. She has 
come across the sea in search of her lover. Many evenings she 
had stood looking up the road, and wondering why another letter 
did not come. His course was for Boston, so we are not 
surprised to find her in the quiet sitting-room of a pleasant New 
England home. Here she has been working for eight long 
months, and not till this afternoon has she told in broken English 
the story of her waiting — something of which they had read in the 
tenderly wistful eyes. There are sorrows which cannot be shared, 
and though kind motherly words were spoken, the good mis- 
tress could say little to make the burden lighter. In this kind 
family she remained through the summer, but when the first leaf 
on the tall maple in front of the house turned from green to gold 
it seemed to say, "The year is going : why idly wait?" Seated 
beside her chamber window at night, the distant northern hill- 
tops seemed to beckon her away, and voices seemed to come on 
the night air. Was it fancy? It may have been. Did she imagine 
all this? If so, it was the reaching out which meets a heavenly 
message. How many lives are shaped by these words which 
come from we know not where ! 

ANNETTE. 1 93 

Only a few more leaves had turned to gold on the tall maple 
when Annette left her friends behind, and went — whither the hill- 
tops called. She wandered along many dusty roads, only paus- 
ing for food and shelter at some village inn or lonely farm-house. 
Many travellers as they passed wondered whence came this dark- 
eyed girl, and a few more thoughtful tried to fashion her life out 
of the deep sadness so plainly told. Now and then her eager 
questioning seemed to find a trace, which would vanish with each 
new day. 

Finally, at a little village on the Merrimack, her heart beat 
quicker as she questioned and listened. Yes, away to the north 
was a logging-camp, and in the party was a young man who had 
come from France, and was certainly like to her description. The 
kindly innkeeper thought the chances were small, yet Annette 
was almost sure it was Francis, and chattered away as she had 
not since leaving her own little cottage. You have seen the sun- 
shine and rain together : such was the glimmering hope in this 
darkening life. That night she kissed her little string of beads 
more tenderly, and spoke a more fervent prayer, pressing the 
while the little cross which hung around her neck close to her 

The next morning's sun was a little late to see the journey re- 
newed, and the setting of the fifth from this found her in a quiet 
valley. Annette was tired from so long a tramp, and her feet 
were growing heavier at each step. Now and then she looked up 
at the high, forest-covered domes, which seemed to beckon the 
touch of heaven. The silent, beautiful heights made light the 
weariness of a moment ago. Suddenly, looking away up the per- 
pendicular side of the cliff', she stopped abruptly ; still looking, she 
rubbed her eyes and looked again. Could it be? She grasped 
her little string of beads. Away up the rocky wall was the " Old 
Man of the Mountain," and in each plainly drawn feature she saw 
those of Francis, her lover. She did not move. Yes, there was 
his broad forehead, and each feature true to life. The great face 
seemed to smile a welcome, and come nearer to the motionless girl. 
The gloomy pines on either side were throwing their shadows 


together, but the coming darkness was unnoticed till a voice spoke 
cheerily, — "A noble face has the 'Old Man o' the Mountain,' 
my pretty lass." She could only answer, ''Beautiful." 

Joe Thorne, the trapper, was just returning from a daily round 
to his cabin a little way up the path. Annette soon questioned 
him about the camp. "That loggin' camp be four miles up the 
valley, lass. Stop with my wife and me to-night; i' the morn, as I 
go the roun' of my traps, you may come along." They went up 
the path together. 

That night, after the frugal meal was finished, and Joe had kin- 
dled a fire in his black pipe, she told them her story. As in sim- 
ple and broken English she let them know her life, the old pipe 
went out, and the honest trapper brushed away a tear as each 
anxious word brought back memories that were dim. His good 
wife, with more tender sympathy, buried her face in a great print 
apron and wept. When Annette had finished, no one spoke, but 
the silence of the little room whispered a human pity near to that 
which is divine. 

By next day at noon Joe Thorne and Annette had reached the 
camp. The suflfering of years may centre in an hour. So it 
seemed to be with this patient girl, as she looked along the line of 
choppers, and Francis — must she believe it — was not there. Was 
this the answer to all her prayers? All nightlong the poor girl 
cried bitterly. There are times when the heart fails, when hero- 
ism finds no reward. When the heart aches most, heaven seems 
farthest away. She did not pray, for she could not. In the silent, 
dark hours, the voices which had given life to hope died out. What 
shall I do? Where shall I go? The wind outside seemed to repeat 
her questions. There, in the still night, Annette asked herself if 
there were such a place as heaven, and her own heart if it could 
keep on beating and waiting. Finally she longed for light, that 
she might look again and see if still there might be seen in that 
" Great Stone Face " the likeness of her lover, or was this, too, but 
a vanishing token of comfort. When the sun was up she went 
outside the door, and, seated on an old log, studied each feature. 
Yes, there was the same noble brow, the same kindly expression, 

ANNETTE. 1 95 

and, as she looked long and earnestly, the strong outlines seemed 
to soften in tender sympathy. Ah ! human nature is grand as it 
struggles. All day she sat there motionless, and at night her les- 
son was learned. 

Annette only wished now that she might stay here under the 
shadow of this rocky mountain. The permission came before the 
asking. That night the old trapper said, — "My wife and me 
don't know what you'll be doin' now, but we'd be right glad to 
have you stay with us. We're gittin' well along, and she's lone- 
some as I go my roun's ; 'sides, she has many a sick day now." 
This was a long speech for the quiet old trapper, and he pulled 
more vigorously at his pipe as if to make up for lost time. 

So it was settled. Annette remained in this humble home, 
working about the little cabin, and caring tenderly for the sick 
woman. They learned to love her light step and gentle ways. 
As winter came, she used to sit beside the little kitchen window on 
sunny afternoons, and look away up to that stony face which 
meant so much to her. At other times she never smiled. After 
looking long and intently up the mountain-side, her dark eyes 
would grow brighter, and a sad smile would light up the pale face. 
The old man soon learned her ways, and never spoke to her at 
these times. How noble is the life when beautiful thoughts and 
beautiful acts are woven into a web which has some glimmer of 
the divine. 

Winter changed to summer again. The seat by the window 
was given up for a moss-covered rock a little way from the cabin 
door. She was just the same, only a trifle paler. The old man 
often looked at her tenderly before going to his traps, and as he 
went up the narrow path brushed away a tear, saying sadly to 
himself, "She'll not long be here." Tradition has it that the 
lonely maiden used to sit thus when the moon was out even till 
morning, and one might hear her half audible prayers in the still 

The first breath of cooler wind on a pleasant fall afternoon 
sent a shiver through her slight frame as she sat upon her usual 
moss-covered seat. The sun was just as high, and it was the 


same day of the year that she had been so happy by her father^s 
gate long, long ago. Why was she so tired? Her weary head rested 
against the old sheltering maple ; a few leaves fell down and 
clung in her flowing hair. The little brook rippled along more 
quietly as it came near, touched the maiden's skirt as it fell to the 
water's edge, and then with softer murmuring hurried on, as if 
going to tell what it had heard to some one in the great sea. The 
sunlight seemed to soften with its mellow light the " Great Stone 
Face," and, making its way down through the golden foliage, 
kissed the cheek so pale and white. Perhaps a heavenly blessing 
went from those stony lips along one golden pathway to meet the 
spirit as it sped along the other, whispering ere it reached the 
eternal home, "Well done." 

O. S. Warden. 


Old Winter is king, and the sleigh-bells are ringing; 
The red, leaping flames up the chimneys are singing. 
Heap wood on the fires, and load tables with cheer : 
We '11 conquer the cold at the birth of the year. 

The mountains and hills in white mantles are sleeping^ 
The hues of the summer the hemlocks are keeping. 
And over the windows, in tracings of white, 
New forests are drawn in the chill of the night. 

A laugh and a song are the weapons we wield : 
To music and mirth even Winter shall yield, 
Though now o 'er the meadows the wild wind may blow, 
And heap at the roadside white billows of snow. 

Ozora S. Davis. 



Ever since my birth, I have spent a portion of every year in a 
little country village of Essex county, Massachusetts. Its sequest- 
ered farms, its low, gently sloping hills, its sluggish brooks, its 
hot, flat meadows, are as familiar to me as the apple-trees and gar- 
den-plots in my own yard at home. 

I never return to the old haunts without being reminded of the 
happy days I spent there when a mere child. Vague memories of 
long-forgotten playmates hover about me. The stone walls around 
the fields, the prim box-wood hedge about the patch of nasturtiums 
and asters by the side of the old-fashioned tavern, insurmountable 
barriers shutting out my wandering childhood's feet from the treas- 
ures within, — all the well known features are there ; but they seem 
to have been dwarfed by the compressing hand of Father Time. 

Among the pleasant memories of daily sports which the old 
associations call up, there stands out with fearful distinctness one 
day, the first of every week, which used to be to me a day of con- 
stant tribulation and trial. My grandparents, under whose charge 
I was wont to spend the summer, though always kind and loving, 
had very rigorous views about the proper way of passing the Sab- 
bath. Saturday night my playthings were all locked up in the 
bureau drawers. Jack the Giant-Killer, Robinson Crusoe, even 
the instructive accounts of the travels of the precocious Rollo, were 
taken from me ; and I knew that what reading I perused on the 
morrow must be in the pages of the Pilgrim's Progress, Rasselas, 
The New England Catechism, or the Bible. As my love of read- 
ing at that time was but slightly developed, I could still have 
enjoyed my Sunday idleness in wandering over the fields, hunting 
in the grass for bobolinks' and sparrows' nests, had it not been 
considered necessary to *' train up the child in the way he should 
go " by inflicting upon me the two-hour service in the little village 

Preparations for the event of the day were begun immediately 
after breakfast. My grandmother made me discard my common 
clothes, and invest myself in a sombre suit of black. About my 


neck was fastened a stiff, high collar — an abomination equalled in 
my eyes only by the tight, ill-fitting, box-toed shoes in which my 
feet were encased. My face was washed, my clothes were brushed, 
and I was sent into the parlor to sit quietly on the treacherous hair- 
cloth sofa until we should be ready to start. At half-past nine the 
** hired man" led up to the front door a tall, bony, grayish-white 
horse attached to almost the only two-wheeled chaise that remained 
in the town. We took our seats, and, after a copious expenditure 
of duckings on the part of my grandfather, the aged steed slowly 
gathered himself together, and, casting a reproachful glance be- 
hind him, carefully begun his journey. 

I shall never forget that Sunday morning ride ; — my grand- 
mother, awe-inspiring in hei* black silk dress, gold-bowed specta- 
cles, and beaded bonnet, holding in her lap her Bible and an 
immense peacock-feather fan ; my grandfather, with his gray eyes, 
beneath his huge stove-pipe hat, fixed intently on the road, while 
he safely piloted us over ruts and " thank-you-marms " towards 
the meeting-house; while I, riding bodkin, thought only of my 
neck, constantly chafed by my rough-edged collar, and of the 
cool water down at the river-side beneath the maples and bending 

A sudden turn in the road brought us upon the church. About 
the doors were the young men of the neighborhood, repeating to 
each other the gossip of the week, discussing the religious, the 
political, and the agricultural outlook, and commenting upon the 
appearance of the arrivals. When the horse had been cared for, 
we went within, and, walking up the broad aisle to our pew, took 
our seats in silence. 

During the singing. Scripture reading, and prayer, I usually 
managed to conduct myself with credit. There was a little nov- 
elty in hunting for new faces in the pews near us, and in trying to 
guess what hymn would be sung ; but when the text was an- 
nounced and the sermon was begun, I looked about in vain for 
amusement. The learned exposition of the good old pastor was 
far beyond my comprehension. I counted again and again the 
uneven row of dark round spots about the wall, left by the weary 


heads of generations of worshippers. I made faces at a little girl 
across the aisle until my grandmother perceived my occupation, 
and gave me an admonishing pinch, which made me quickly turn 
m}^ attention to other things. I watched the flies lazily drifting in 
at the open windows, and listened to the shrill call of the locusts 
outside and the droning of the bumble-bees in the clover. How 
my poor, pinched feet, dangling helplessly far above the floor, did 
throb and ache ; how the hard pine back of the pew hurt my head 
and tired my neck ; and how the knobs and bunches did seem to 
grow up suddenly beneath me as I twisted and wriggled from end 
to end of the cushion, while grandmother sat contentedly in the cor- 
ner against the wall, slowly moving to and fro her mammoth fan, 
and occasionally, in sympathy, passing me a piece of preserved 
ginger, which bit my tongue and brought the tears to my eyes, 
though serving to keep me awake. As a last resort, I would take 
from the rack the little thick volume of Watts' Hymns, and, with 
morbid interest, read over and over again my favorite, " Hell : or 
the Vengeance of God :" 

" Far in the deep, where darkness dwells, 
The land of horror and despair, 
Justice has built a dismal hell, 

And laid her stores of vengeance there. 

" Eternal plagues and heavy chains, 
Tormenting racks, and fiery coals, 
And darts t' inflict immortal pains, 
Dipt in the blood of damned souls. 

" There Satan, the first sinner, lies. 

And roars, and bites his iron bands ; 
In vain the rebel strives to rise, 

Crush'd with the weight of both Thy hands. 

" There guilty ghosts of Adam's race 

Shriek out and howl beneath Thy rod : 
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, 
But they incens'd a dreadful God. 

" Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son ! 
Sinners, obey thy Saviour's call ! 
Else your damnation hastens on. 

And hell gapes wide to wait your fall." 


But all things mortal must end. With anxious expectancy I 
heard "ninthly " and " tenthly " give way to " finally," and " final- 
ly" to "especially, my brethren." Once more we rose while we 
sung the closing hymn, and bowed our heads as the benediction 
was pronounced, always " well spoken " to me. 

As we grow older, childhood's troubles seem to us to have been 
but trivial, and we look back upon our youth as a time of most 
perfect pleasure. But though I have forgotten many of the trials 
and disappointments of later years, there often comes back to me 
in my dreams that little, old, country meeting-house, with its un- 
comfortable pews and its long sermon, and I become once more the 
child of six years, wondering at my constraint and longing for 
freedom. C. A. P. 


A voice is lost from our choral choir, 

And our muse weeps over a tomb. 
Cease, yearning joy ! Cease, sweet desire ! 
A voice is lost from our choral choir. 
Cease the light dance, and the unstrung lyre 

Bedeck with the hyacinth's star-light bloom. 
A voice is lost from our choral choir, 

And our muse weeps over a tomb. 

IV. S. R. 

The Chair. 

To all students of American history, in any of its phases, Mr. 
McCulloch's " Men and Measures of Half a Century " will be a 
welcome addition to a class of literature which, until within a few 
years, has been almost wholly unoccupied. There is no national 
interest which does not receive attention, while his statements and 
reflections on public questions have been dictated by practical 
experience. We are glad it is becoming the fashion for public 
men to write books. No effort can more fittingly crown the public 
service of a great statesman, soldier, or financier, than an endeavor 
to instruct his people upon those questions about which they need 
to know. Theorize as we may upon political and economic ques- 
tions, so varied are the influences and counter-influences which 
tend to thwart natural tendencies, that they must often be vain. 
We all listen to what such a man says, because we have confi- 
dence in his capacity. Actual conditions clearly seen show much 
of the future. They are only clearly seen by those at the head. 
This tendency among our public men, to tell the nation, in their 
declining years, what they have seen and learned, must bear fruit. 
Such works as "Grant's Memoirs," Blaine's ''Twenty Years in 
Congress," Sheridan's " Memoirs," and the above mentioned, are 
agents of instruction in the broadest sense. They tell us facts 
which the historian proper could never gather, and will be invalu- 
able to whoever may hereafter undertake the, as yet unwritten, final 
history of the American people. Their opinions point to those in 
advance of present credence and in a line of advance. Men of 
business, and indeed often the student or man of culture, will not 
listen to theory ; but public experience, when presented with liter- 
ary merit, cannot fail to please while it instructs. 

A college journal of superior quality does not become so all at 
once. It is by an advance along many lines that each comes up on 
to higher ground, and that they all together reach a higher stand- 


ard each year. It is careful attention to each part and department 
that makes the whole excellent. Much has been said, editorially 
and otherwise, about the heterogeneous mass of general college 
news, to which many publications give considerable space. This 
department, when properly filled with items of general interest, is 
both valuable and instructive ; but so great is the evident careless- 
ness in clipping, and so little effort is made to sift out the probable 
from the improbable, that the whole department is not worth the 
ink which prints it. So much creeps in that has not a semblance 
of truth, that the whole is well-nigh worthless. One has to read 
the college press but a short time to be filled with wonder as to 
what or whence is the source of their remarkable statements. 
Some great statesman is declared to have been a graduate from 
college halls which he has never seen ; large bequests are men- 
tioned, which have little or no reality ; changes in college gov- 
ernment and discipline, which are generally new to the institution, 
mentioned. This ought not so to be. If the department is worth 
having at all, it is worth more careful preparation. In accuracy 
alone lies its value. Until the standard of correctness becomes 
much higher than at present, it will be useless except to " fill up," 
or as an indifferent reader may glance through it to find something 
laughable about his own college. 

'Perhaps the most glaring weakness in the make-up of a college 
student is his constant need of reminder. So varied are his occu- 
pations, and so many are the agents trying to impress here a fact 
and there a duty, that each claimant seems to find his studied 
inattention well-nigh invincible. When this " Lit." reaches you, 
'91, there will yet be left about three months in which we shall be 
patiently awaiting the competition that is to give you as many 
places on next year's board. We are glad you have not been 
entirely silent, and hope to receive much more in the next few 
weeks. If you are going to try, do not put it oft' until the pleasant 
spring days will make the work a grind. 

It seems to be becoming an established custom that the appear- 
ance of every ALgis shall be followed by discipline more or less 


general and severe. When '90 gave us their annual, no one 
thought it contained anything which could merit a forced vacation, 
or heavy punishment of any kind. Hence there was not a little 
surprise manifested at the course which has been taken. It is not, 
however, so much the fact that discipline has been used, as the 
method, that college opinion seems to condemn. If any action 
were needed, the method is manifestly what makes it unequal and 
unjust. That all should be placed on probation is an equal appli- 
cation, but that scholarships should be taken away from those who 
need them, and no additional punishment placed upon other mem- 
bers of the board, to say the least does not partake of a spirit of 
fairness. We think college opinion is not far from right in its dis- 
approval of their treatment. 

The new running track, overhead in the Gymnasium, is an 
improvement long desired, and we are assured that this points to a 
series of changes which in the end will give us a place where our 
athletes may have proper training. All such changes, of course, 
cost money, but we venture the remark that money expenditure 
cannot be where it will be more truly appreciated than in the 
good work already begun. 

Prof. L. T. Townsend, of Boston University, who graduated 
from Dartmouth in '59 and was toast-master at the last alumni ban- 
quet in Boston, opened the Alumni Lecture Course Tuesday, Feb. 
12, with the subject, " Transcendentalism in Every-Day Life : or, 
Learning how to Climb." He will be followed by Hon. George 
A. Harden '61, Charles R. Miller '72, editor-in-chief of the New 
York Times, and Dr. John Ordronaux '50, of Columbia college. 
The latter gentleman will speak on " Corporations as the great 
Commercial Force of Modern Times." 

The Lit. wishes to place itself among those kindly greeting the 
Collegia}!. Its general appearance is attractive. Taste and abil- 
ity are shown in its make-up. The literary merit is high. The 
departments are all interesting, and the standard of the first number 
deserves support. We leave the review for another department. 

By THE Way, 

No failing of the college student has been shown up more mer- 
cilessly by business and professional men than his want of practi- 
cal or commercial knowledge, and acquaintance with the rudimen- 
tary principles of business. 

We all know how easy it is to fall into the easy life of the college, 
to avoid the restriction of any system, to keep irregular hours and 
evade penalties which we know to be just, to run over the time for 
excuse or for the return of library books just a few days, to forget 
appointments and even our wash-woman and our tailor. These 
and a hundred other imperfections seem to thrive in the atmos- 
phere of genial college influence, and it might be a question 
whether or not they lend a fascination to the Bohemian life we lead, 
and make it seem attractive when viewed from a distance, in after 
years. We will say they might almost be excused "in college." 
But before long each of us must in turn step out from the protection 
of our Alma Mater and face a practical and exacting world, in 
whose composition there is not a grain of sentiment or charity for 
unfitness. And when this examination comes, if these "inconsist- 
encies," so small in themselves, are massed in such numbers as to 
give coloring to character and worth, they will prove a serious 
hindrance to success. 

No one was ever heard to blame an}^ one but the student for 
these little failings. 

I once heard a professor say, " We want to teach our young men 
business habits." But I am inclined to believe that much of the 
"peccancy" mentioned above is due to the example set by those 
in authority, who administer affairs in a manner not calculated to 
inspire a high standard of punctuality among the students ; and so 

BY THE WAY. 205 

the contagion spreads. To specialize, our reports are not sent out 
until one might be excused for forgetting what were his studies for 
the past term, and they appear in a form unintelligible to most 
parents ; they do not specify whether deficiencies are for recitations 
not made up, or for examinations, and the study in which the defi- 
ciency occurs is not indicated as formerly. These are partly evils 
of the present marking system, which should be changed to correct 
these annoying defects ; but in other ways the students are encour- 
aged in evasions and delays. 

Now, when so much is being said and written upon the technical 
and scientific schools, their many advantages and growing impor- 
tance, the more the institutions of broader culture can make observ- 
ance of the business principles of every-day life a part of their 
instruction, both by example on the part of instructors and by 
requirements on the part of the students, the better equipped will 
be the alumni of such institutions to compete with the specially 
trained men from other schools. 

Some one has said **The language and forms of passion and 
charity are known of all;" and in this, charity must include cour- 
tesy, for the language of true politeness is as universal as that of 

Before me lies a small volume which is supposed to inform one 
on " The Correct Thing in Good Society," to the exact observ- 
ance of the minutest detail of social customs. I could not help 
thinking, as I turned the leaves, that *' they are actions which a 
man might play," as Hamlet tells his mother. And what a useless 
thing these minute directions would have been to Joe Gargery, in 
the old forge on the marshes. And yet, when occasion required, 
he could act with a kind of grand courtesy, and one would never 
think of the polished action that was wanting. 

A true spirit of politeness, like every true impulse, comes from 
the heart. " Manners may be imitated, indeed. The manners 
of Aaron Burr were called fascinating ; but they were chromo- 
manners, the ingenious mimicry of deep and tender color." 



[This poem, written on a .leaf in a copy of the " Scarlet Letter " owned by the college 
library, has been referred to often, and we print it, not because it is smooth or strong, but 
as illustrating the feeling often awakened by that powerful story.] 

Genius hath left this chivalrous bequest. 
This " Scarlet Letter " on the woman's breast, 
And, in accordance with the world's decree. 
Hath let the greater criminal go free. 

We see the same brave lesson herein wrought 
That o'er and o'er to woman hath been taught : 
Of all the laws on Sinai's sacred stone, 
The seventh was made for her, and her alofie. 

As hers the crime, so hers shall be the curse — 
Thus cry " Creation's lords" in prose and verse ; 
*' Society " hears their decree, and then 
With righteous impulse answers loud "Amen." 

I do not seek to stop the Nile with weeds. 
Nor overthrow this bravest of man's creeds ; 
My utmost strength would never make it sway ; 
I neither weep nor rave : I only pray, — 

" Thou God of vengeance, whose ' I will repay ' 
Holds more of comfort for my soul to-day 
Than all the words of joy that thou has left 
For sin-tossed souls of earthly joy bereft, — 

" Grant that for every woman who shall rise 
Beneath the resurrection morning's skies, 
From north or south, from farthest east or west. 
With this sin's scarlet letter on her breast, — 

** For each one, grant that there may come one man, 
Within whose forehead all may plainly scan 
The letter C, and know the brand to mean 
A greater coward than the world hath seen." 

I do not seek to stop the Nile with weeds, 

Nor overthrow this bravest of man's creeds ; 

I>ut whcnsoe 'cr I kneel, by night or day. 

This prayer toward heaven shall find its upward way. 



Being the lament of a young lady who has read " The Correct Thing in Good Society '* 
from contents to finis, and yet has a word of complaint. 

Oh ! yes, you tell me everything, 

You small, blue-covered book, — 
Just how to wear a wedding ring. 

Just how I ought to look. 
And dance, and bow, and laugh, and walk, 

Just how to wear my hat, 
The proper way in which to talk, — 
Indeed ! the whole I 've read ; 
But if to-night my anxious Fred 
Should ask an answer, Yea or Nay, 
You stupid book, what shall I say ? 
Now tell me that ! 

Ozora S. Davis. 



No, motion's poetry ne'er is found 

In turning the Holtz machine, 
In navigating the slippery walks 

In front of the new tontine, 
Nor in an air Passumpsic car 

With many a soothing bump, 
But lurks unknown in the fairy grace 

Of our swan-necked college pump. 


The tide of life ever onward flows ; 

The old heroes are lost in gloom. 
And deep dust rests upon Milton's nose 

In our beautiful Senior room. 

Crayon Bleu. 

The issue of the second volume of Prof. Charles F. Richardson's A?nerican Literature'^ 
marks the completion of a work which will be of very great value, not only in the present 
but in the future. Prof. Richardson's aim in undertaking a task of such evident difficulty 
was to substitute philosophical for expository criticism, analysis for description ; to study 
the " relations between the Saxon mind in England and the Saxon mind in America ; " to 
show " what American writers have thus far done worthy to be mentioned beside Goethe, 
Schiller, Hugo, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Carlyle, George Eliot, and all the great writers 
of this and previous centuries ; " and to investigate " the environment of our literature." 
His method was to study the development of the two lines of imaginative and non-imagin- 
ative literature down to the present, approximately, keeping perspective carefully in mind. 
He has succeeded in producing a painstaking history of our literature ; he has given a 
careful study of the influence of environment on the earlier productions ; he has traced the 
influence of England on America. His style is brilliant and forcible ; he uses his rare abil- 
ity to characterize an author or time by some single word, so that his criticisms are irre- 
sistibly driven home ; he has treated honestly but sympathetically the colonial writers and 
the modern poets ; his work, especially in the first volume, has a continuous progressive 
movement. Thus the new history seems to us to be a careful, authoritative statement of 
our literary progress, having a very interesting biographical element and a strength of 
analytic criticism. Nevertheless, we think Prof. Richardson has not attained his purpose 
in the second volume as well as he did in the first. The study of environment has been 
nearly abandoned, as well as the study of English influence. The "purpose at the outset 
was to show what our authors have produced worthy to be compared with the acknowl- 
edged literary masters of England and the continent; but he makes hardly any direc- 
comparisons, and does not show us why any of our books are " world's books." The chap- 
ters on Emerson and Hawthorne are gems, and little like the loose, unsatisfactory treat- 
ment of Bryant. The great limitation seems to us to lie in the fact that Prof. Richardson 
asserts, rather than proves by analysis and comparison. There are monotonous repetitions 
of trite Latin phrases, — a serious fault in the author's style, — as well as verses and titles 
of books, poems, or stories. Of six quotations on one page, two have been given before, 
and " The Gold-Bug " stares at us from every available place in the chapter on Poe. We 
also quote a sentence, perhaps the most incomprehensible because of the fault we wish to 
notice, but nevertheless illustrative : "IMiere is a place for poets below Sophocles, Horace, 
liante, Shakespeare; for we know not when the sphere-song or the nature-word will come 
from such lyrics as these." " Stale Minerva-comparison " and " middle-earth" can be un- 
derstood by those who have been schooled in Anglo-Saxon and the classics, but are Greek 
to the ordinary reader. Prof. Richardson has not succeeded fully, but his success far out- 
weighs his slight failures, and we congratulate him, as well as Dartmouth, on the comple- 
tion of this truly important work. 

' American Literature. 1607-1885. By Cliarlcs F. Richardson. Vol. II. American Poetry and 
Fiction. G. P. Putnam's Sons. ^3.00. 


There is something soul-stirring in the very mention of the struggles of the Netherlands 
for liberty. William the Silent and Olden Barneveldt, Alva and Parma, are names which 
stand for what is high-minded and patriotic in contest with bigotry and oppression. The 
real importance of this little land redeemed from the sea is forcibly brought out by Prof. 
Rogers in his Story of Holland, ^ as follows : " I hold it that the revolt of the Netherlands 
and the success of Holland is the beginning of modern political science and of modern 
civilization. It utterly repudiated the divine right of kings, and the divine authority of an 
Italian priest, the two most inveterate enemies which human progress has had to do battle 
with." The purpose of Prof. Rogers is to write a short narrative" history of this interest- 
ing nation. The history of the country is so mingled with that of England, France, and 
Spain, that it is very difficult to so picture all the surroundings that causes may be clearly 
comprehended, and at the same time be concise. On the whole, the author has succeeded. 
Pie has illustrated the influence of Holland's commercial relations, given sketches of great 
campaigns and leaders, and his treatment of the history is both accurate and sympathetic. 
The index is very good, and the illustrations valueless. For a short narrative history The 
Story of Holland is very useful, especially in its presentation of Dutch patriotism and com- 
mercial influence. 

The general satisfaction felt and expressed among us at the announcement last spring 
of a collection of Dartmouth verse has developed into a gratification and pleasure most 
commendatory of the beautiful little volume now in the possession of every lover of poetry 
in our own college circle. A careful examination of Dartmouth Lyrics'^ reveals quality of 
verse which speaks highly of poetic effort in the present and immediate past, and encour- 
agingly of our literary future. It is noticeable that the selections are short, graceful, and 
finished, — thoroughly representative of modern artistic verse, the province of which is to 
charm by delicate accuracy and daintiness of expression. The editors merit much praise 
for their sound judgment in not adopting what might be called an historical criterion of 
selection, — admitting verse which, excellent in its way and for its time, would now seem 
ponderous and overwrought. Yet that length alone was not a factor of exclusion is seen 
from the poem " Waiting," unquestionably the finest of the collection. It was no light 
task that devolved upon Messrs, Davis & Baker, and the college feels grateful to them for 
their courage of conviction displayed in correct judgment of the proper scope of such a 
collection of verse, for their critical ability and good taste, and for the inspiration to poetic 
production naturally resulting from this treasuring up of the sweetest and daintiest songs 
of the past. G. s. m. 

To an alumnus of Dartmouth the increased scope and typographical elegance of the 
college annual must give pleasure. We receive from the present Junior class the most 
substantially bound and carefully printed ^<?o'/j' ^ which we remember to have seen. The 
book contains heliotypes of the college yard, the Glee Club, the University Eleven, and an 
excellent portrait of Prof. Charles F. Richardson, in addition to the usual society engrav- 
ings. The only innovation deserving unqualified praise is the short notice of honors and 
writings which the editors have placed after the names of the faculty. As a college di- 

^ The Story of Holland^ by James E. Thorold Rogers. In " The Story of the Nation " series. 
New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. 1888. ^1.50. 

2 Dartmouth Lyrics, edited by Ozora S. Davis and William D. Baker. For sale by Ladd & Smith. 
Mailing price, ^1.21;. 

' The Aegis ['90]. Published by the Junior Class of Dartmouth College. Mailing price, one dollar. 


rectory the Aegis is up to the standard. The drawings are most carefully executed, but 
lack originality and aptness on the whole. In limiting the number of " grinds " the editors 
deserve praise. The "Children's Corner" and "Verses" are excellent, and in sharp con- 
trast with " The Hanover Socialist," which seems to us malicious and witless. Perhaps a 
practical observation to be drawn from this year's annual is, that college men will not tol- 
erate childishness and self-conceit on the part of their fellows, and that the manliness and 
ability of students or instructors are always appreciated and honored by the undergraduate. 
Mention in the college annual should produce a little self-examination and reform ; not a 
foolish resentment. We think ninety's Aegis has equalled but not surpassed the standard 
already set for our college annual. 

We have received from the J. B. Lippincott Company a new reader,^ which is composed 
of admirable selections, many of which have been written especially for the book. The 
miscellaneous readers in graduated sets of some years ago are being well replaced by 
others of an exclusively historical character. The purpose of the Patriotic Reader is to 
illustrate the development of liberty by short extracts from historians, orators, essayists, 
and poets. The book is marked by unity throughout, the selections are never long 
enough to be wearisome, and, aside from its practical worth as a book for school use, it is 
a valuable anthology of sterling, patriotic utterance. 

True or False Finance? This is a little pamphlet which savors more of a typical cam- 
paign document than a candid discussion. Its opening remarks upon national finance are 
true enough, but its application is distorted, has the partisan tone of a newspaper edito- 
rial, and the usual number of statistics which prove nothing. Fair discussion is lost in 
overstatement of its own case and a failure to recognize counter arguments. It is a tirade 
against protection, which depends more upon statement than upon impartial reasoning. 

We acknowledge the following books, which will be reviewed in our next issue: Ancient 
Rome in the Light of Recent Discoveries, by Rodolfo Lanciani, LL. D. Boston : Houghton, 
MifHin & Co. The Story of Mediceval France, by Gustave Masson. New York: Putnam's. 
The Prelude, by William Wordsworth; Preparatory French Reader, by O. B. Super; 
Testa, by Paolo Mantegazza; Judith, edited by Albert S. Cook; History of Pedagogy, by 
Gabriel Compayre. Boston : D. C. Heath & Co. General Astronomy, by Charles A. 
Young ; Elements of Integral Calculus, by W. E. Byerly ; Allen & Greenough's Latin 
Grammar (revised edition) ; History of Greek Philosophy, by B. C. Burt. Boston : Ginn 


The first number of the Collegian is an unqualified success. Mr. Abbott has set for him- 
self a high standard in this first number, and we sincerely hope the undergraduates of our 
colleges will furnish such material for the pages of future numbers that there will be even 
an increase in the strong quality of the work in the January issue. The contents of the 
magazine have been recited by nearly every college publication, and we may therefore con- 
sistently mention what seems to us the most significant part of this number. It is the 

1 Patriotic Reader, by Henry B. Carrington, U. S. A., LL. D. Philadelp.hia : J. B. Lippincott Co. 
1888. ;ji.2o. 

* True or False Finance, by a Tax-Payer. Questions of the Day, No. LV. New York: Put- 
nam's. 1888. ^0.25. 


" Eclectic and Critical " department. Here the editor has given us a general view of stu- 
dent work in college publications. He has made many selections, with excellent taste, has 
given us a few just criticisms, and produced a department of twenty-five pages in which we 
take an honest pride. If college journalism is producing work of such merit as the clip- 
pings show, we can point to it with no small triumph, and demand the respect for it which 
is often denied by sneering critics. Therefore this one department, in its accurate presen- 
tation of what college journalism really is, and its helpful criticisms and encouraging words 
of praise, seems to us a sufficient demand for the hearty support of the new venture. And 
when, in addition, it prints such works as " Incompleteness " and " From My Attic Win- 
dow," we are neither dubious nor over-enthusiastic in extending the most hearty words of ' 
commendation from the Lit. to Mr. Abbott and the Collegiajt. 


With the November number The Century began its thirty-seventh volume. Two great 
features of the magazine which are to continue throughout the new volume are already 
well known to the public, — the Lincoln history, and the papers on " Siberia and the Exile 
System." During 1889 The Ceritiiry will publish the most important art feature that has 
yet found place in its pages. It is the result of four years' work of Mr. Timothy Cole, the 
leading magazine engraver of the world, in the galleries of Europe, engraving from the 
originals the greatest pictures by the old masters. A series of papers on Ireland, its cus- 
toms, landscapes, etc., will appear, and there are to be illustrated articles on Bible scenes, 
treating especially the subjects of the International Sunday-school Lessons. George W. 
Cable will write *' Strange, True Stories of Louisiana." There will be novelettes and 
short stories by leading writers, occasional articles on war subjects (supplemental to the 
famous " War Papers " by General Grant and others, which have been appearing in 77/*? 
Century), etc., etc. The Century costs four dollars a year, and it is published by The Cen- 
tury Co., of New York, who will send a copy of the full prospectus to any one on request. 

The Atlantic Monthly ior 1889 announces as a small part of its attractions for the reading 
public three serial stories, — The Tragic Muse, by Henry James ; The Begum's Daughter, by 
E. L. Bynner; Passe Rose, by Arthur Sherburne Hardy. The Atlanticior 1889 will contain 
Literary, Social, Historical Essays, Stories, Poems, Travel Sketches, Papers on Educa- 
tion, Politics, Art, by the foremost American writers. Terms : ^4.00 a year in advance, 
postage free ; 35 cents a number. Remittances should be made by money-order, draft, or 
registered letter, to Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 4 Park street, Boston, Mass. 

Ginn & Co., Boston, announce An Introduction to the Poetry of Robert Browning, by 
William John Alexander, Ph. D., to be published in February. The book opens with an 
account of Browning's most striking peculiarities in method and style, and attempts to find 
an explanation of these in the conditions amidst which the poet has worked, and in the 
nature of the themes which he treats. In the next place, an exposition is given of those 
general ideas pervading his work, which can only be gathered from the study of many of 
his poems, and yet are needful for the full understanding of almost any one of them. 


Well, here are our old friends again, all breathing forth the spirit of the season just 
past, and some gloriously regal in holiday attire. We thought Christmas joys and remind- 
ers gone for another long year, and it cheers us up wonderfully to find these lingering 
traces of the blithesome Christmas-tide. What a charming custom is this, in our periodi- 
cals, of elaborate observance of the season in external, artistic design, in boundless wealth 
of illustration, and in appropriate literary matter. Each year brings new triumphs of 
originality and marvels of beauty, and it is always progressive change. We think it a 
sign of the abundant vitality of the college press that it ventures into this field of enter- 
prise, more properly the domain of publications which have the financial backing and re- 
sources of contribution denied the college periodical. All credit and honor, then, to the 
overworked undergraduate editor for his display of good-will in the liberality of his gift. 
May his painstaking work be richly rewarded by that appreciation and commendation so 
dear to every servant of the multitude. 

Though we are about two months late, we must make brief mention of several of our 
December exchanges. 

The Christmas number of the Yale Courant has a very neat, artistic cover, alluring us to 
taste the many good things inside. The verse, appropriate to the season, is particularly 

The Brunoniaii also appears in a glowing crimson dress. "A Fortunate Error" is an 
amusing little sketch. 

A bright winter scene adorns the cover of the Tuftonian. " The Spirit of Christmas 
Joy " is the typical Christmas story of peace and good-will. 

The Vassar Miscellany has an introductory poem, three sketches, and a story, all upon 
the one theme of the season. We think the "few extra touches" produced a most cred- 
itable number. 

The January number of the Nassau Lit. opens with a prize oration of much more than 
the average excellence, entitled " The National Antipathy to the Negro." Though short, 
it is packed with thought, comprehensive and eloquent. " Jane Heath " is a sweet, sim- 
ple story, with an under-current of thought at once tender and impressive. We would 
that we might have more like it in our college publications. " The Religious Novel " is a 
philosophical essay, which carefully and accurately discriminates between just and false 
criticism of the legitimate province and purpose of the novel. The writer reasons that the 
form of the novel is not to be logical, but may be based upon an assumption, nor should 
we condemn it, if we eek and fail to find in it logical proof, for then we would not be criti- 
cizing it as a novel, which is primarily a work of art, but rather as a scientific work or 
critical essay. We think his position correct and well maintained. We quote a recapitu- 
latory paragraph, which is " at once a criticism upon a work of the character of Robert 


Elsmere, and a criticism upon its critics : " " The novel proves nothing logically. It does 
offer a corroboration of its own of the truth by its own method, which is the method of art. 
A principle or creed is assumed, a character is created consistent with this creed or prin- 
ciple, and this character, because it is a living person and not an abstract principle, excites 
our approbation or our disapprobation, and this approbation or disapprobation is the re- 
sult of other elements in our nature than the purely intellectual. And because the method 
is other than the method of logic and the faculties employed different, — that is, because it is 
an independent method, — it is capable of corroborating the results reached by the logical 
method." The prize poem, " The Light of Life," we think the feature of the number. 
Depth of thought and an artistic finish of expression are combined most successfully. 

In the Williams Lit. for January, " Chaucer's Love of Nature " is a light, pleasant 
essay. " Phedelia, A Story of Siam," is interesting because of its novelty of scene. " An 
Unexpected Debut " has an improbable plot, but that does not detract from its entertain- 
ing quality. Though there is a manifest lack of the substantial, the five prose articles and 
two poems make it a readable number. 

We clip the following : ' 


Soft enfolded in the gold 

Of the dying sundown glow, 
Angel faces aureoled 
Leaning o'er the weald and wold, 

Watch with love the world below. 

Visions monk would long to limn 

Weirdly flash and fade on high, 
And mid strains of distant hymn 
Myriad wings of cherubim 

Drift like mist athwart the sky. 

From high purple battlements 

Seraphim uprise and blow 
Toward mountain summits, whence, 
As from giant warriors' tents. 

Scarlet banners float and flow. 

Then the armies of the blest 

Proudly from their sleep arise, 
And, Crusaders' Cross on breast. 
Onward marching toward the west, 

Raise the din of battle-cries. 

— Nassau Lit. 


In the sleigh there was only just room for us two. 

There was nobody else to forbid it : 
The music of sleigh-bells beat time to my heart — 

And some way or other I did it. 


There was love in the air that we breathed ; the white snow 
Was tinged with the sun's golden glory. 

Well, — I spoke — and she gave me the mitten point blank ! 
That 's the long and the short of the story. 

The wild rush of happiness you do not know — 
You can 't know unless you have tried it. 

What 's that } Why, she gave me the mitten — that 's true — 
But her dear little hand was inside it ! 

■Vassar Miscellany. 


Beyond the passing pleasure of the hour 
There is a charm indefinite ; to sail 
In unknown waters, leaping with the gale. 

With canvas spread to catch its rushing power. 

To search some unknown spot for budding flower, 
Or, wand'ring in some lone, deserted dale. 
To seek the quiet of its deepest vale 

Where Silence sleeps in her secluded bower. 

Within the wood of Chance man loves to try 
His varied fortunes, and he longs to turn 

Where, ever distant and yet ever nigh, 

Hope stands and beckons to him to discern 

Her pretty sister Pleasure nimbly fly 
Along before him through the tangled fern. 

■Williams Lit. 

Literary articles in periodicals 

The Work of John Ruskin. Dr. Charles Waldstein in Harper's for January. 

Victor Hugo. A. C. Swinburne in Fortnightly Review for January. 

Emile Zola. Miss Emily Crawford in Contemporary Review for January. 

Pen, Pencil, and Poison. Oscar Wilde in Fortnightly Review for January. 

The Moral Purpose in Howells's Novels. Anna L. Dawes in Andover Review for Jan- 

False Philosophy in Robert Elsmere. Dr. McCosh in Our Day for January. 

The Religious Element in Modern English Poetry Before Tennyson. John A. Bellows 
in Unitarian Review for January. 

Alumni Notes. 

That this department may be as interesting and valuable as possible^ we solicit contributions from 
all. Items that may seem unimportant to the contributor will no doubt carry to sotne readers remem- 
brances of happy but departed days. 

The Boston Association of the Alumni, which has now almost rounded out its quarter of 
a century of existence, enjoyed its annual reunion and dinner at Young's hotel, January 23 ; 
and the event was worthy to rank in the line of its predecessors in the interest and pleasure 
of its proceedings. 

At the business meeting the following officers were elected : President, Walbridge A. 
Field '55 ; vice-presidents, Halsey J. Boardman '58, James B. Richardson '57, Nathan 
Strong ^d-T^, W. E. Barrett '80 ; secretary, Thomas W. Proctor '79 ; treasurer, Charles Q. 
Tirrell '66 ; executive committee for three years, Davis Foster '49, H. C. Bliss '68 ; choris- 
ter, Benjamin Tenney '83. 

At the head of the table sat the president, Judge Field; and among the prominent persons 
to be noted at the table were, — Prof. C. F. Richardson '71, Dr. John Ordronaux '50; Dr. 
Field of the Medical School, A. A. Ranney '44, Prof. L. T. Townsend '59, Henry M. Field 
'59, J. O. Sanborn '64, Solon Bancroft '64, J. F. Jarvis, M. D., '48, A. W. Edson '78, E. B. 
Hale '65, Charles W. Bartlett '69, Horace E. Marvin '66, D. W. Tenney '56, L. M. Chase 
'56, A. B. Coffin '56, Henry H. Kimball '60, John H. Butler '46, Edward A. Upton '55, 
Stephen M. Crosby '49, E. E. Strong '52, Everett Boynton '45, Leonard S. Parker '36, Mel- 
len Chamberlain '44, F. W. Choate '36. 

A radiant and yet saddening emblem placed on the table in front of the president was a 
bank of white and red roses and ferns, bearing the legend, " In memory of E. C. Carrigan," 
and presented by members of his class. 

The speaking was opened by Prof. L. T. Townsend, who acted as presiding officer of the 
evening. The speakers were Professors Richardson and Ordronaux, who represented the 
college, Hon. Mellen Chamberlain, Dr. H. M. Field, Hon. A. A. Ranney, Mr. George F. 
Williams '72, Mr. F. W. Choate, Dr. Everett Cole, Mr. J. B. Richardson, Mr. Samuel L. 
Powers '74, Mr. Ira A. Abbott '70, and Mr. John Hoppins '62, C. S. D. Throughout the 
evening the pleasure of the proceedings was varied and enhanced by the lively singing of 
college choristers. 

At the annual meeting of the Massachusetts Teachers' Association, recently, Joseph G. 
Edgerly '67, of Fitchburg, and John O. Norris '66 C. S. D., of JBoston, were chosen vice- 
presidents of the association ; Henry Whittemore '66, of Waltham, was elected corre- 
sponding secretary, and Walter S. Parker '68 C. S. D., treasurer. 

The government of Massachusetts contains an unusually large number of Dartmouth 
men in its influential positions. George A. Marden '61, of the Lowell Courier, is treasurer 
and receiver-general of the commonwealth. He is well known in political circles, having 
been connected with thirteen legislatures, twice speaker of the house, and at present occu- 
pying the honorable position of president of the Republican State League. Hon. Henry 
Langdon Parker '56 has been promoted from the house to the senate. He is a member 


of the Judiciary Committee and Committee on Rules, and chairman of the Joint Standing 
Committee on Public Service. William E. Barrett '80, editor of the Advertiser and Record, 
is serving his second term in the house. After four ballots in the Republican caucus, he 
was nominated for the speakership, and was immediately elected by a practically unani- 
imous vote. He is filling his position to the satisfaction of all. Samuel W. McCall '74, of 
Winchester, is also serving his second term in the house. He is chairman of the Judiciary 
Committee, perhaps the most important of the standing committees, and is taking a 
prominent part in the work of the house. Henry S. Dewey '78, of Boston, is a member of 
the house, and serves on the Judiciary Committee. He has been for three years a member 
of the Boston common council. Mr. McCall has retired from the editorial board of the 
Advertiser, and will devote his time wholly to his law practice. 

'20. Hon. George W. Nesmith was the president of the New Hampshire Electoral Col- 
lege, In casting his vote for Levi P. Morton '81 hon., he remarked, — " Levi P. Morton had 
been a good merchant when he left Hanover, and had made money — I guess the only man 
who ever made much money in that town." 

^T^^. Pres. S. C. Bartlett and wife left for Pasadena, California, on the Raymond & 
Whitcomb excursion train on December 6. They will return in June. Prof. H. E. Parker 
'41 takes the president's place in his absence. 

'40. Dr. Nathaniel H. Arey, of Webster, N. H., whose death occurred recently, was 
born in Wellfleet, Mass., on July 28, 1814. After graduation he was a teacher in Salisbury, 
N. H., and in New York city. He studied medicine in the latter place and in Boston, and 
began practice in 1843 i^ what was then West Boscawen, but is now Webster, where he 
continued in active duty until his death. 

'41. Dr. Ira Russell, a widely known physician of Winchendon, Mass., died December 
19, after a week's illness of pneumonia, aged 74. He graduated at the New York Univer- 
sity Department, and immediately settled in Winchendon. He entered the army as sur- 
geon of the Eleventh Massachusetts. He served subsequently in many positions on the 
general medical staff in the field, at Baltimore, St. Louis, Arkansas, and Nashville, and 
was honorably discharged at the close of the war with the rank of brevet lieutenant-colonel. 
In 1875 he established a Home for Nervous Invalids at Winchendon. He was vice-presi- 
dent of the New York Medical Legal Society, a past vice-president of the Massachusetts 
Medical Society, a member of the Masonic Order and of the Loyal Legion. 

'41. Mr. Bartholomew Wood, who died recently in Newton Centre, Mass., was an old 
resident of that place. Leaving Phillips Andover Academy in his preparatory days on ac 
count of the intolerance of the pro-slavery faculty, he was an early Abolitionist and an 
original member of the Free-Soil party. He taught in the Lynn grammar school, in a 
boarding-school at Newton Centre, and in the Adams school of Boston. He was for a 
long time editor of the Milford Journal, and was appointed by Lincoln an inspector in the 
Boston custom-house. 

'42. Rev. Silas M. Blanchard died recently at Hudson, N. IL, aged 68 years and 10 
months. He was a graduate of Andover Theological Seminary, and had held pastor- 
ships in Chichester, Bath, Wentworth, and Hudson. 

'43. Hon. Harry I'ingham's many friends will be glad to learn of his speedy recovery 
from his recent severe illness. 


'44. Ex-Gov. Bell is writing an extended work upon the Bench and Bar of New Hamp- 
shire. He served with marked success and ability as president of the recent New Hamp- 
shire Constitutional Convention. 

'44. The soldier's monument, presented to the town of Atkinson by William C. Todd, 
one of its citizens, was recently dedicated. It is a plain Rockport granite obelisk, sixteen 
feet in height, resting on a base five feet square. On its sides are inscribed the names of 
forty soldiers who enlisted from that town, and gave their lives for their country. It is 
located in the public square, near the village churchyard. 

'46. Dr. A. H. Quint, of Allston, Mass., delivered an historical address at the 2150th an- 
niversary of the First church of Dover. It has been published, together with an account 
of all the ceremonies. 

'50. Med. Coll. Dr. E. V. Watkins, an eminent physician, who has for many years had 
a large practice in Vermont and New Hampshire, recently died at his home in Newbury, Vt. 

'51. Dr. Homer O. Hitchcock died recently at his home at Kalamazoo, Mich., of apo- 
plexy, aged 61. He settled in medical practice at Kalamazoo in 1856. He rose to emi- 
nence as a surgeon and physician in northern Michigan, and was for a considerable time at 
the head of the state medical society and board of health. 

'51. Ex-Gov. Redfield Proctor is in California. He will return about March i, and will 
attend the inauguration ceremonies at Washington. 

'54 C. S. D. Capt. E. M. Howe is receiver of the Houston E. & W. Texas Railroad 
at Houston. He is a member of the city council, and a very influential citizen. 

'56. Charles P. Clark is president of the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad. 

'57. Ex-Gov. Pingree has been reappointed railroad commissioner of Vermont, and re- 
elected chairman of the board. He will attend the inauguration at Washington in March. 

'57. James B. Richardson, of the Boston law firm of Richardson & Hale, has been ap- 
pointed by Mayor Hart to the important position of corporation counsel of the city. 

'59. Prof. A. C. Perkins, of the Adelphi Academy of Brooklyn, recently suffered from 
an attack of typhoid fever. 

'59. We have at hand an able review of " Vermont in the Civil War," by G. G. Bene- 
dict, from the pen of Judge W. G. Veazey, in the Burlington Free Press for January 5. 
Judge Nt2JL%-^ has been elected a director of the National Life Insurance Company, of 

'60. Prin. C. F. P. Bancroft, of Phillips Andover Academy, has gone on a six months 
trip to Europe and the Holy Land. 

'60. Rev. Arthur Little, D. D., late of Chicago, was duly installed as pastor of the Sec- 
ond church of Dorchester, Mass. He is well known as one of the strongest men in the 
North-west, and one of the leading men in the Congregational body. 

'62. Hon. E. F. Palmer, of Waterbury, Vt., has the honor of being elected the state 
superintendent of education to carry into effect the new school law of Vermont. 

'63, '66 Med. Coll. Dr. Thomas Goodwillie, a well known physician of Vernon, Vt., died 
recently, aged 48. 


'64. Hon. Johii P. Bartlett is recovering from his recent illness. 

'64, '(y], Med. Coll. Dr. S. W. Davis, president of the Citizens' National Bank, of Til- 
ton, N. H., is visiting Florida, where he is reported dangerously ill. A later report says he 
is recovering. 

'67. Abram Brown, or Columbus, O., is president of the Central Ohio Teachers' Asso- 
ciation. H. T. Kincaid '83, chairman of the executive committee, will' be president for the 
next term. 

^(f]. Rev. Howard F. Hill has resigned the rectorship of Christ Church, at Montpelier, 
Vt. He is at present chaplain of the First Regiment, V. N. G. 

^(yj. The following clipping is from the Boston Heraldiox December 27. Mr. Irwin, it 
should be mentioned, was one of the editors of the first number of the Dartmouth Maga- 
zine, established in 1867 : 

" Washington, D. C, Dec. 26, 1888 : ' I think I can give you a pointer for 1892 already,' 
said an Iowa politician to a reporter to-day. ' It is this : John N. Irwin, of Iowa, who was 
governor of Idaho for eighteen months under President Arthur's administration, has secured 
a controlling interest in the Chicago Times, and that paper will probably have considerable 
influence in Republican circles hereafter. Irwin is a warm friend of Senator Allison, and 
his paper will be ready to boom the popular lowan for the presidency when the proper 
time comes. ... By the way, speaking of Irwin,' he added, ' although he held the 
office of territorial governor for a year and a half, he was only at his post for a month or 
so ; and when the vouchers for his salary were sent him, he declined to take any money, on 
the ground that he had not rendered service for it. Comptroller Lawrence covered the 
money into the treasury to the credit of the conscience fund, which very naturally made 
Irwin mad, but there it stands to-day.' " 

'(iT. John H. Patterson, president of the National Cash Register Company, of Dayton, 
O., was married, December 17, to Miss Katherine Beck, at the residence of the bride's 
parents, in Brookline, Mass. 

'69. In the Cambridge Series of English Classics, published by Lee & Shepard, Dr. 
Albert F. Blaisdell gives " Readings from the Waverly Novels," prefacing each reading 
with a short abstract and critique of the story. He is also the author of " Child's Book of 
Health," " How to Keep Well," " Our Bodies, and How to Live," " Study of the English 
Classics," and " First Steps with American and British Authors." His address is Broad 
street. Providence, R. I. 

'69 C. S. D. Lewis G. Shepard, of Kansas City, has gone to California, where he has 
an engagement as bridge engineer. His address is 22 California street, San Francisco. 

'71. Hon. A. T. Batchelder has been chosen president of the Keene, N. H., Improve- 
ment Company. 

'71. The second volume of Prof. Charles F. Richardson's "American Literature" is on 
the market, and meets with much favorable criticism. It is devoted to the consideration 
of poetry and fiction. Published by G. P. Putnam's Sons. 

'72. William P. Fowler and sister, of Boston, have received from the Stratford Club of 
Concord a communication on parchment, thanking them for their generosity in setting 
aside the best room in the Fowler Library liuilding for the use of clubs which study the 
works of William Shakespeare. 


'72. At the recent municipal election in Gloucester, William W. French was elected 
mayor, receiving 2,506 votes, with 170 scattering in opposition. In his inaugural address 
he makes important recommendations for financial legislation. 

'73. Rev. J. M. Button addressed the students in Rollins chapel on the day of prayer for 
colleges, Jan. 31. 

'73. Rev. C. J. Richardson, late pastor of the Congregational church in Tamworth, 
N. H., has retired from the ministry on account of impaired health, and removed to New- 
bury, Vt. 

'73. Rev. Alexander Wiswall, of Skowhegan, Me., is supplying the pulpit of the Con- 
gregational church at Pittsfield, N. H. 

'74. Prof. Charles H. Pettee, of the Agricultural College, attended the meeting of the 
American Association of Agricultural Colleges and Experimental Stations that opened at 
Nashville, Tenn., on January i. 

'75. George I. Aldrich, superintendent of schools of Milton and Quincy, presided over 
the primary department at the recent meeting of the Massachusetts Teachers' Association. 

'76. Rev. H. M. Andrews has resigned the pastorship of the Congregational church at 
Peacham, Vt. 

'77. Mr. E. C. Carrigan's half brother, Henry W. Knight, of Brooklyn, comes out with 
a letter, denying the statement that Mr. Carrigan was a Catholic, and especially stating 
that he was not an adherent of any particular creed. 

'77. B. F. Robinson, formerly principal of the Littleton high school, and, later, editor of 
the Littleton Journal, has recently moved from that place to Worcester, Mass., where he 
has become a member of the publishing house of F. S. Blanchard & Co. 

'78. Rev. T. C. H. Bouton, of Dunbarton, N. H., has become stated supply for the Con- 
gregational church at Hopkinton. 

'78. E. M. Vittum recently moved from Connecticut to Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where he 
is pastor of a Congregational church. He attended the class reunion at Hanover last Com- 

'79. Thomas W. Proctor, assistant district-attorney of Suffolk county, Massachusetts, 
was a Democratic candidate for school committee at the recent municipal election in 

'79. In Manchester, November 26, to Mr. and Mrs. H. D. Upton, a daughter. 

'80. George H. Danforth, superintendent of schools of Walpole and Bridgewater, deliv- 
ered an address on the " Primary Teacher of To-day," at the recent meeting of the Massa- 
chusetts Teachers' Association. 

'81. On Tuesday, December 11, George Willis Patterson was ordained a minister of 
the Gospel by an ecclesiastical council of Congregational churches at Bristol, N. H. Rev. 
F. D. Ayer '56 was chairman of the council, and offered the ordination prayer. Dr. W. J. 
Tucker '61, of Andover, Mass., delivered the sermon, and Rev. E. H. Greeley '45, of Con- 
cord, gave the charge. 


'8i Med. Coll. ^Dr. Charles Goodspeed, of North Abington, Mass., was recently found 
dead in the sleeping-room of his ofifice. For several years he was one of the surgeons in 
the Brooklyn, N. Y., General Hospital. 

'82. The Central Congregational church of Middleboro', Mass., has extended a call to 
Rev. J. B. Lawrence, of Norwalk, Conn., and it is understood that he will accept. 

'83. Alfred E. "Watson, of Hartford, serves again this' year as clerk of the Vermont 
board of railroad commissioners. 

'84. A. E. Marden is attending the Boston Medical College, and teaching in the Quincy 
night schools on Tyler street, Boston. 

'85. Louis Bell spent his winter vacation with Dr. P. S. Conner '59, of Cincinnati. 

'85. Frank L. Whipple has accepted the chair of chemistry in the Chicago College of 
Dentistry, where he will go about March i. He leaves a similar position in the Lawrence^ 
Mass., high school. 

'85. Richard Hovey has a sonnet in the January number oiScribner^s, entitled " Beetho- 
ven's Third Symphony." 

'86. F. P. Batchelder has a fine position as principal of the high school at Junction City, 
Kan. He has four teachers and 250 students under him. 

'87 C. S. D. D. M. Hildreth has secured a position in the topographical department at 
Washington. He obtained the position by examination, competing with men from such 
schools as Columbia, Troy Polytechnic Institute, and Massachusetts Institute of Technol- 
ogy. His work is copying topographical surveys. 

'88. T. O. Hallow has accepted the call of the Baptist church at Wilton, N. H., subject 
to the approval of an ordaining council. 

'88. L. F. English, of Englewood, 111., spent the holiday vacation with his brother, in 
Lincoln, Neb. 

'88 C. S. D. C. R. Spalding was not married last fall, as reported in our December 
issue. We were misinformed. Our apologies are due to Mr. Spalding for circulating a 
false report. 

'88. Married, in Mansfield, Mass., December 4, at the residence of the bride's parents, 
Miss Cora V. Chase, daughter of G. G. Chase, to Charles H. Morrill, principal of Haver- 
hill academy, Haverhill, N. H. 

'88. F. L. Pattee has been obliged to leave his school at Eatontown, N. J., on account 
of a severe attack of pleurisy, and is now at his home at Bristol, N. H. 

'88. F. L. Kcay is in Hanover, spending a three weeks vacation. 

'88 C. S. I). W. B. Hazen reports himself engaged on the engineering corps of the 
Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Company. Wages, $65 a month and expenses. His ad- 
dress is Salida, Col., Box 548. 

'88 C. S. D., Non-Graduate. Leon Viau is reported as saying that he objects to playing 
ball on Sundays, and for that reason would like to get into the league. He is in Hanover 
this winter, and has been engaged to coach the base-ball team. 



Constantly in Receipt of th.e Latest L.ondon Novelties. 



Mr. James E. Dennison will visit Hanover regularly to take orders. 



[alBst Styles of ^eiits' f urnlstiings Jfirougftout. 

we C[pe <zi^<zT)is Top i\)z. Uo^ep fe<l0lr)ir)q c^o, 

"WE cj^isr a-i-VE -x-OTJ 

A. Ifae t Fit, -wlt&iDMt a Faa^j Frte©« 





E]WE:I^0X*DES. Of every description 
(all sizes and colors), Linen, Rag, and Manila. 

WTtlTITSTGJ- I»^r»EXlS. Royal Irish 
Linen, Marcus Ward & Co.'s, Crane's Linen, 
Charter Oak, Huron Mills, and many other pop- 
ular makes. 

JE»A.I»ETEPtIDE©. A most complete 
line of the choicest grades. 


Writing Papers by the Pound. 




of every description, suited for all branches of 

Art Work. 
Architects' Supplies, 

Engineers', Draughtmen's, 

and Surveyors' Instruments, 
Drawing Papers, 

Tracing Cloths, Tracing Papers, 

T-Squares, Angles, 
Cross-Section Papers, etc. 

Sole &g@ats i,a t&e Waited States £or 
Icev-^^s Sluie Fsaee99 Fapeca. 

Q"o$t 9 /^dam$, 


37 Cornhill, BOSTON. 

Catalogues free on application. For prices 
and other information apply to G P. SPAR- 
HAWK, Conant Hall, 2 and 5, Hanover, N. H. 

Vm. R. WooJ S^ Go., 

53 fammep |tp00t, go^hoo. 

Engraved IiiYitatioris and Visiting Sards Executed at Short Notice. 

Menus, Class-Day Invitations, Portraits, Crests, Initial and Monogram Stamping 


Lavender & Eddy. 

\)©feite f^ivep eJaRetion, 



Ptiotuffraph "" Rooms, 


Bridg7naji s New Buildmg, 

h:ais-ovp:;k, >.-. ix. 
All Work guaranteed first-class. 

The best assi^trtnieMt of 

iij%.ivoa^t::xi views 

ever made. 

Pictures of Dartmoull] Faculty 

always on hand. 

GEORGE W, ^m, 



Cofans and Caskets, 

Spring Beds, Picture Frames, 

Cornice Poles, Drapery Curtains, &c. 

Furniture Repaired and Var- 

All kinds of Job Work connected with 
Furniture and Upholstery done at short 
notice and in the best manner. 




Any book learned in one reading. 

Mind "^^'andering cured. 

Speaking Tvitliout notes. 

Wliolly unlike Artificial Systemg. 

Piracy condemned liy Supreme Court. 

Great inducements to correspondence 


Prospectus, with opinions of Dr. 'William 
A. Hammond, the world-famed Specialist in 
Mind Diseases, Daniel Greenleaf Tliomp- 
son, the great Psychologist, J. M. Buckley, 
D. D., editor of the Christian Advocate, Ricli- 
ard Proctor, the Scientist, Hons. Judge 
Gibson, Judah P. Benjamin, and others, 
sent post free by 

Prof. A. Loisette, 

237 Fifth Avenue, New York. 


Head-quarters for 

Toilet Soaps, Perfumery, 
Razors, Strops, 


Combs, Tooth, Nail, and Hair 

Brushes, Fruit and 

Pure Candy. 







Pinest Assortment of 

-^ Hne fearf^ hATS S CAPS 

^ To be found in New Hampshire. 

^Qlothing • 

SenT^' FoRni$BinG$ 

Samples of Gents' Furnishing's, etc., will be shown, and orders 

solicited at various times during the college year, 

due notice of which will be g-iven. 


I^Iaidg, ©be©k§, ^©., 


^ategt London ^ffeetg 
John Earle & Co., 

330 Washington Street, . . . BOSTON. 
Our Mr. Smith will viKit Hanover regularly to take orders. 




^> Tr' ^nfc\ 1^^ lE*^-. T^ ^^^ Paper by the Pound. Sold by weij?ht, 16 oz. 
IL \W) Ji]H!> jSlfi J2^i J^ to the pound. Do not pay high prices. Buyofua. 
Rates from 30c. per pound up. We call es- 
pecial attention to our Beacon Hill and Marcus Ward's Royal Irish Linen for polite correspondence. 

1\ The Finest Line of ETCHINGS, including Remaric and Artists' Proofs, in 
the city. Engravings, Photographs, etc. Agents for the Soule Unmounted 


rd of Trade Building, 


SU^^ & wii^0o;K. -'•""'••"""" 


^urr)rr)CP ^©r)(2js, ©/iufurr)r) yielod-ies^ ^2ir)fep 

By the thousand and hundred thousand are found on 

the shelves of our great music store. 
Glee Clubs, Choirs, and Musical Societies supplied. 

©liver Bibon ^ go., 



KAT'QIA'JI KAaI/'^mAPA in Ancient and Modern 
rUlCl^ll DUyilMyitj. Languages. 



144 Tremont Street. 


has been selected as 

^Wii Pl^oto^i'kpliei', 

and will commence about November ist to make the 
sittings for Class Portraits. 

Special rates for students and residents will be 
given to those who choose to avail themselves of the 
opportunity which he will offer. 


Orders for Vastels, Crayons, and Water Color 
Enlargements given special attention. 




.500 R00m$. 


W.Johnson. I. W. Jol^Q^OQ B Co. Geo. G. 

THAT The Republican Press Association, Concord, N. H., is the largest Book 
and Job Printing concern in the state. 

THAT The quality and excellence of their work are unsurpassed by that of any 
similar establishment in New England. 

THAT Their facilities are such that they are enabled to complete either small 
or large orders at much shorter notice than the ordinary printing-office, 
and at prices as low as are consistent with quality of work furnished. 


Special Attention given to FINE, FANCY JOB PRINTING, WEDDING 





If You Desire Fashionable Writing Paper and Envelopes 

at reasonable prices, ask your 
stationer for ''Boston liin- 
en," "Boston Bond," or 
<' Banker Hill Linen." 

These papers have gained a 
reputation in nearly every 
state and territory in the 
Union on account of their 
excellent quality and reason- 
able price. 

If your stationer does not 
keep them, send us 3 two-cent 
stamps for our comptete sam- 
ples of paper, representing 
over 250 varieties which we 
sell by the pound. 


We also make a specialty 
of Wedding and Visiting 
Cards, Stamping Mono- 
grams.Street Addre83es,&c. 
Samples upon application. 
Postage on paper is only 16 
cents per pound, express 
and freight often cheaper. 

Samuel Ward Co. 


Wholesale and Retail 

Paper Merchants, Stationers, 

Engravers, and Printers, 

178 to 184 Devonshire St., 

Boston, Mass. 

Sole Proprietors of the "BOSTON" TYPE- WRITER PAPERS and ENVELOPES. 


Prepared according to the directions of Prof. E. N. HORSFORD. 

Dyspepsia, Nervousness, Exhaustion, Headache, Tired Brain, 

And All Diseases arising from Indigestion and Nerve Exhaustion. 

This is not a compounded "patent medicine," but a preparation of the phosphates and phos- 
phoric acid in the form required by the system. It aids digestion without injury, and is a bene- 
ficial food and tonic for the brain and nerves. It makes a delicious drink with water and sugar 
only, and agrees with such stimulants as are necessary to take. Descriptive pamphlet free. 


lieware of substitutes and imitations. Be sure the word " IIORSFORD'S " Is printed on ;the 
label. All others are spurious. Never sold in bulk. 



5tne anb (medium Cfo^^in^, 

Ready-Made or Made to Order 

I9 all tl?e jN((^u;(^5t apd /T\08t Stylist^ Fabrics, 

iSspeciallv cicletpfea Top Vourjq ^eijilerrjei) s wcctP. 

©OF. \5©aifeirpgtoip aipd ^dHprrpeF (§U., 

wr)o iTyczi^es your 
* lllustp0:fi0r)S ? * 


Ornamental (besigns, Etc, 

tither by Photo-engraving or Photogravure. 

Our Work May be Seen in the 
Bast Publications of the Day. 



Largest Stock in New England 



]^r(2tpii)q * |r)sfpurr)er)fs, 


Wadswortli, Howland k Co/s, 

82 and 84 Washington St. and 46 Friend St., 



©^piisls' 0:r)(a ]fetir)fer's ©upplies 

of every description. 

Special Terms to Students. Send for Catalogue. 

Factories : 
16T Portland St., Boston. 
South Clinton i^t., Chicago, 
houth Paris, Maine. 





r2EW giLIJ)IO 


Chase Block, is North Main St.. Concord, N. H.. 

Is probably one of the finest Galleries in the country. Built expressly for him, 

up one flight, it contains all the improvements that twenty-five 

years of experiment and study can suggest. 

OBeratim-room witli two nortli liiMs, Two Dressini-rooms. 

Work-rooms supplied with hot and cold water (a great advantage in the Printing Dep't.) 

— I J Entire establishment heated by steam and hot water. ; 


Mr. Kimball gives his personal attention to all patrons. Students are cordially invited 
to call when in the city. 

E:sta.l3listJ.e;dL 1Q'2'S2. 

Heliotype Printing Ko. 

211 Tremont St., BOSTON, MASS. 

Illustrations produced by the most 
approved Photo-mechanical, Photo- 
lithographic, and Photo-engraving 


DONALD RAMSAY, Treasurer. 



Orders may be left with 
sent by mail to me at 

While Eiver Junction, Vt. 

Students' Trade Solicited. 



^ail0F|> ai^d |mp0FteF|>, 

WoodCvard Building. G®I^S@RD. % H* 




Waltei( G. Bi(ooi^^ \ Go., 

Jailorj apd Qlotl^ii^rs, 

6 Union St., - - - Boston. 

f\ Fiill Ciiji^ of all tl7(^ Ci^adip? f/ouelti(^s (^oijstaptly 09 ]\^v)i. 

girdt-^la^d ^ork at ^owe^t ^riceA. 

Ptijle and git guaranteed/ 





Q^oiee (^aF>die5, 

Fruit, Nuts, Cigars, Etc, 

Make I.(»west FMees 

— — fisl^l^. 

New Rooms Newly Furnished. 



Henry W. Sanborn, 





Good Teams at Moderate 




Rifflond Strai ht Cut No. 1 


Cigarette Smokers who are willing to pay a lit- 
tle more than the price cliarged for the ordinary trade 
Cigarettes, will find THIS BRAND superior to all 
others, |^ '*«iimnil 


are made from the brightest, most delicately flavored, 
and highest cost (jOlu Leaf grown in Virginia. This 
is the Old and Original I'.rand of Straight Cut Cigar- 

j ettes, and was brought out by us in the year 1875. 

I Beware oe Imitations, and observe that the 

j firm name as below is on every package. 

ALiIjBN &, c;i]VTE]R, Manufacturers, 

' liiclimond, Virginia. 




NeW [nampshiire Publisl)ipg |nouse. 

ED50|\I §. f/^S5/T)/^fl, 

WH^IiESSLE apd RETAIL 8PT1©I><ER. G0NG@R0. % H- 

The reputation we have attained, of selling the Best Goods at the Lowest 
Prices, is not mere newspaper talk, but honest fact, which our 

steadily increasing trade proves beyond a question. 


©crwa nc)0r)ey lay Jauyir)q y®^^? J^ao^s, €)ferfi0r)2i'v-j J^letr)^ J^oo^s, 
rSr)i?el0pes, |fer)s, lr)l^, |fer)cils, elc, 0J 0<2tsiii)ctr). 










Good anil Relialile Teams at Short 
Notice and Lowest Prices, 

* McKartliy & Haskell, * 

Peeps* ©tors, 

Opp. CURRIER'S Block. 


Rear of Carter's Block. 


^. (P. STO(k(RS, (Proprietor. 

(Successor to Hanover I'aper Company 
and N A. McClary.) 

A Full Line of Stationery, 

Fountain, Stylographio, 

and Gold Pens. 



Laundry Work of every Kind 

done in a Satisfactory 



(^ii ti}^ 3m^xox>itmitnt0 of 
a Ctt^ kaurxbx'^. 



Emerson Block 






Magazines, Periodicals, 
Town and Family Libraries, 

Rebound In a neat and durable manner at 

Opposite Crowley Club. 



Dame, Stoddard & Kendall, 


• PDGfcBt KiilYGS, TatilB CutlGry, SGissors, • 

c/^u/K T^KNiS, FI5I^INC1 T/^^KLE, 



Dame, Stoddard & Kendall, 


Q:Z4 •\x7a.sHin.gton. St., IBOSTOr^. 

Sp^eial &M.%mtl^m. ^ly?%m tQ> Mail Ordi^^s aim€ la^miri^s. 


ft. farpetmqs, 










Where you are always sure of being able to -procure any books 

wanted^ at 


and can always see displayed on shelves and counters the finest selected stock of 
new and choice old books, in cloth, and elegant bindings, is at 

1®=^ Curious, rare, and out-of-the-way ^ooks, pur- 
chased from private libraries, and selected 
by our LONDON <iAGENT 

at prices which are lower than the same class of work can 

be obtained elsewhere. 

(r^^CATALOGUES OF NEW AND OLD BOOKS at bargain prices, are 
issued at intervals, and sent regularly to those desiring 

to receive them. 

lgS="^p6Cta( iixms to ^iuiitnie of ©av^mouf ^ Cof%e. 

EsTES & Lauriat, 

301-305 Washington Street, opp. "Old South," 


Gents' Genuine Hand-Sewed French Calf Shoes, 

made in Congress, 'button, and Bal, 

Wide or Narrow Toe, 

l^ememher that our $^.oo Gents' Shoe, in Congress, 

button, and "Bal, is made in Six different 

IVidths and Half Si:(es. 



Bailey's Block, . . COISrOOI^ID, 3^. HI. 


DPUBLicAN Press 


^,^t. B0GK AND ^g^ 


Edward A. Jenks. 


"'1 ;'■ 


]{ Vord 1° Genllemen: # # # 

The- present fall styles of clothing for gentlemen, youths, and 
boys are particularly attractive, and nowhere in Boston is a finer 
line of these goods shown than at the establishment of SPITZ 
BROS. & MORK, 508 Washington street, while their prices are 
such as to invite the attention of the most prudent purchasers. 
The clothing sold by this house is bound to prove thoroughly 


^ (^ )) satisfactory to the wearer, for all their garments are made from 
specially selected material, and are cut and made in the most 
thorough and fashionable manner. In all such purchases it is 
the part of wisdom »to deal with a respecftable firm in whose 
business integrity the utmost confidence can be placed, with the 
assurance that their representations may be relied upon in 


every particular. 


508 Washington Street 
AND 5 Bedford Street, 


J. C. llitbleRey. 

Bailor aocl OLitfihhcp. 

gf^eeial \n(Aucement<^ ho Qo\\e<^e /Acq. 

21 and 23 Beacon Street, under Hotel Bellevue,